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A click of a mouse
a flick of a light
sends through my finger-tips
shocks that tingle the flow
of blood as a bandaid is placed
my voice can be heard
for the first time through
these weird forms of writing
that no one seems to read
even when anonymous my
voice is as quiet as the sun
chasing the moon in order
to resume the dominate place
in the sky tears that fall
like the rain and blood that
flows like the wind helps me
to shut out the
world and play mute
I'll soon find my voice with
in these words i write
when the flick of the light
is switched off

-woundswillneverheal-